Bring me down in ashes
Just leave me where I lay
Hold me won't you scold me
Try to wash away the pain
Cursing my addictions
Consequences burn the lies
Cryin' while I'm slidin'
Still I'm dyin' in your eyes
Holy patterns shattered
Golden chains have come undone
My best guess was laid to rest
And buried in the sun
Shadows of the East are slowly
Pulling me within
Once again I've found the end
As someplace to begin
Medicine I find
Will help your soul to see
Yearn to burn until we learn
Exactly what we need
The price you pay for psychedalia
Leaves us on our own
No one knows just where it goes
But we go there all alone
Way of Mary
Way of Mary
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